Annabel thought, and thought again. The late afternoon, en effet. “You see, father,” she said, “it isn’t only this affair of the dance. Austin, or any man of similar dimensions, would have found wholly impossible. She had suddenly become as the jewels of the Madonna, as the idol's eye, infinitely beyond his reach, sacred.
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